Magic of Elfland

It was a Monday evening. Having just supplied my body with the nutrition to be found in a delicious grebel dinner, I was content. One thing you must know is that it is approaching the time of examinations here at waterloo and thus my ability to procrastinate has increased exponentially within the last several days…

It was slightly after 6 o’clock. Amid shafts of sombre light from various lampposts the snow was slowly falling from the sky. I longed to be among the wonderfully magical winter flakes. Oh to fall from the sky as one of those intricate flowers of crystallized hydrogen dioxide…Suddenly as if a divine being was playing genie, She was there.

“Would you perchance like to go on a walk?” She murmured…

The walk was wondrous, the snow was exquisite, She was beautiful and the divine being was smiling down on us. It is amazing how like children we were. We ventured off to Narnia and once talking beavers had lost there appeal we carefully crossed the bridge into another fantasy. Terabithia was, and is, always a delightful place…

However, as the night wanes and the morning approaches dreams do not last forever. Our ungloved, bare hands began to become cold, the snow began to stop its procession from the heavens, and we returned. We returned from the fantasy to the reality of Conrad Grebel.

Another thing you should know is that when the dream is over and one wakes up, one is given a whole new day to proceed with a whole new marvellous adventure. And so it was…

It was 8 o’clock, the Grebel Advanced Hockey Team was beginning to fight for a fading vision of being in the Intramural finals. Alas, reality is sometimes cold and defeat is never overly warm. The scoreboard read as a shattered vision saying, “Home 0 Visitors 4”. But dear reader, even nightmares have there ends when the day begins and thus, we arrive at the final triumph of Monday the 19th in the 19th year of this humble writers existence…

It was 10 o’clock, the snow was perfect. Each flake seemed to be magnetically attracted to every other piece of snow that it came in contact with. Needless to say, the snow was seductively calling to be shaped and packed into something more then itself. Thus, as many young men have done before and many have yet to do, four of us formed a bond that night. The snow fort was gargantuan; a proper igloo – made up of massive balls of snow, rolled and then stacked together as one. Its entryway was majestically formed in the shape of an arch, its interior was spacious, it was the Final Triumph of the night…

It was 1 a.m., the igloo was finished – our energy spent. We returned to Grebel and bid each other a good night… Oh, what a good night it was, one full of the mystery of forming relationships and the elation of experiencing it all…

May you too be graced by the magic of Elfland and in so doing experience the divines smile.

-By: the Resident of memories

Written by Josh Enns